Prison Chicks

Bed rest

"Are you doing alright?" Jessie asked me while sitting beside me in the medical room.

"Why am I here again? Did I faint?"

"No." I moved and felt a sharp pain rush through my back. "You got a beating. You closed your eyes and I guess you fell unconscious because you didn't respond to being called."

"Oh." I remember now... The pain wrecking my insides as big prison women kick the shit out of me. "I remember. How bad is it then?"

"Quite. I found out they belong in Maralee's crew, prison top dogs."

"Great, I messed with the wrong people."

The dr approaches me, "Inmate Faith, you need to seriously take it easy, you just narrowly avoided intense external damage. I advise bed rest unless absolutely necessary to move, you won't be starting your job assignment for the next 3 weeks."

"Bed rest? I can't. Not in prison. It's uncomfortable."

He scanned me with his eyes, "I will speak with the warden about making it comfier for your resting period, and only the resting period."

"That's a fair deal." I nod.

"Lucky, want a bunk protector?" Jessie laughs.

((On return to her bunk))

As arranged, the warden has given me a thicker mattress, and more pillows. Of course everyone is jealous, however when I am wheeled to my bunk by Officer Fletcher in a wheelchair, and helped to meanover into bed, all eyes avoid me.

"This inmate is on bed rest for 3 weeks. She is to be assisted to the toilet and back by an inmate if Officer McDonaldson or myself aren't around, I will be on constant checks to this specific bunk until her recovery. No one is to touch her resting comforts, and after her resting stage her bunk will return to its original state. End of discussion." With that Officer Fletcher walks out of the dorm. Once again, all eyes focus on me.

The woman who sits up smiling at me makes her way over. "Hey, If you need assistance with going to the bathroom and back I am always available."

"Thank you, uh I think an officer is to do that though, and Jessie has also volunteered when I was in medical."

"Just think about it yeah?" She winks at me and walks off, suddenly stopping in her tracks, "I'm Sabrina by the way." She carries on walking. Why did she wink at me? I don't understand the relevance.

((1 week later))

The days pass slowly on bed rest. Officer McDonaldson and Officer Fletcher often check up on me, bring me meals, escort me to the bathroom and back, help with showering when I am unable to stand for long periods of time, and Jessie has kept me company. Oh and Sabrina brings me random books to read, which I appreciate, despite the fact I'm not into reading.

The bunks are empty, everyone is outside enjoying yard time in the sun, of course I am stuck in bed, I wouldn't let Jessie stay because she needs to live her prison life the best she can, my temporary unableness would just weigh her down. I hear heavy footsteps coming down the corridor, It's Officer Fletcher.

"How are you doing Inmate?"

"Uh, bit warm but other than that still comfy."

"I could cool you down a bit." He smiles and edges closer to my bunk. In a way it creeps me out. "Lookie here." He says while pulling a paper fan out of his pocket.

"Ok you are a lifesaver." I smile and reach for the fan. He pulls it back.

"Ah ah, not so easy Camila." Officers aren't supposed to call us by our names. I'm too warm to deal with this.

"Then I will just use a book. Sorry I'm too warm."

"No." He snatches the book from the end of my bed and sits on it staring into my eyes. "You are very pretty Camila, you know that?"

"Yes I know." Of course I had to be cocky at the wrong time.

"Oooh feisty, I likey." His hand pulls out another paper fan. He starts waving them in my direction cooling me down. The cool breeze feels lovely against my warm face. He stares at me as I enjoy the cool air. "You like that?" He smirks.

"Yes, It's very refreshing." I smile sarcastically, I know his game, Kevin used to act the same.

"I could... you know, give you one."

"That would be nice."

"Then you will need to repay me." He speaks in a monotone voice. Gritting his teeth as if not to be heard.

"I can give you my commissary money."

"No. Don't be so stupid Camila, you know what I want." He signals downwards. Oh hell no.

"You know what, I'd rather sweat to death. In fact, origami am I right?" I turn away from him, rejecting his despicable offer.

"Your call inmate. But if you change your mind I will be waiting." His hand rubs against my head as he walks off almost angrily. I refuse to be used the way Kevin used my poor mother. I know Officer Fletcher was hinting at some sexual favours, It always happens on TV shows, I just assumed It would be different In reality. Clearly I was wrong.

I lay in my cosy bed, wishing away the next two weeks so I could live again. Well, in prison. Not much freedom in this place, but it's better than this bed rest. I'd give anything to go outside.